Lines written upon a page
faded with time and dull from age
The bindings loose and the pages falling out
it's chance of surving I begin to doubt
But a book will always have it's soul within
as fresh as when first written with pen
Thoughts that are shared never die
Just like grass is green and trees don't lie
One man's words are another's toy
One man's dreams are another's joy
Poetry should be written in the poets tears
on the pages of the book of years
Bound with hope,written in ryhme
and placed upon the shelf of time
Stories should stir the mind and the soul
rip you apart and then leave you whole.
Poem By Tammy C